Chapter 1798: Quwa

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There is a small river in the middle of the city of Zuri. The river and the roads on both sides are not wide, but there are many small buildings on the two or three floors. This was originally a very lively place in the city. Usually the shops downstairs, the homes upstairs, and the larger houses Can open a small hotel. Residents pass by and chat against the protective wall beside the river, talking about life and local love. Going down the river from the upper reaches, you can see most of the scenery in the city and understand what the residents here are doing, especially when they see the children who are after school chasing around and running from the arch bridge to the side.
These are the portrayal of Zuri City, which is the lifestyle of most people living here. Now all this is in the past tense, causing such a contrast in less than a week.
There are still trails along the river and figures moving on the bridge, but these figures are already guys who can't be called people. They dragged their slow steps, wandering aimlessly on the road, eating and eating Those still fresh flesh.
There was a shriveled male corpse under the eaves on the street. The male corpse was dead. The collapsed flesh and dark skin color. Chen Ji slowly spoiled and moldy in the dark corner, waiting for time to melt it.
Next to the roof of a ‘Menny’s grocery store’, a stuffed guy looking for rabbit ears is cooking in front of a large copper pan. She put on a parasol to prevent the dust and dust falling from time to time from falling into the pot, holding a long-handled spoon in her hand and constantly stirring, the thick soup in the pot rolled over, and the sauce-colored curry sauce exuded Fragrance. If you don’t look at the pot and just smell it, this must be a delicious curry meal, but when you see the child’s arm rolling in the pot and a child’s child’s face when it’s stuck, I’m afraid the heart Fear of contracting blood can make people dizzy on the spot.
Quwa scooped a spoonful of curry to his mouth and took a few breaths. A small sip, his mouth twitched, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face, and he didn't care about the low-groaning walking dead underneath this small building.
She rubbed her hands, and the pot of curry would have to be cooked for a while, but apparently she couldn't wait. She set the table and tableware under the umbrella early, and she had to eat from her arm when she wanted to wait for a meal. The seven-month-old baby was so tender that she knew it must be very good when she cut it off.
A dozen dead zombies made noise on the street across the river, and then the nearby zombies began to wander slowly towards the place where the noise made. The Quwa hand supported the stone railing. She was not tall and needed to stand on her feet to better see the situation below. She saw a vigorous figure traversing the zombie group, and then the white light flashed, a blast burst the corpse away, and a figure of a woman stood among the corpses with a shining heavy blade.
A silver dragon in the sky, a white pegasus slowly came, and the white horse fell on the ground with a black feather coat. The person who came was Bing Zhixie. He looked around and looked at the zombies with corpse smell: "The zombies are not corrupt here, they should be resurrected soon after death. The resurrected zombies can slow down the body's corruption. , But the zombie that loses the magical support of the controller will not become a death again soon. As for how long these zombies can act, it depends on the ability of the caster. In the absence of continuous magic control, the short is three or five. Hours, long words can move for two or three days. Did Linda just leave?"
Moonlight Dragon whispered, Bing Zhixie looked up and saw someone on the opposite roof looking at himself.
"It's Quwa." Lace and the host saw the portrait of Quwa in the square meeting.
"Ask in the past." Bing Zhixie vacated, and two empty treads had flashed onto the same roof of Quwa.
Quwa was startled and fell off the fence.
Bing Zhixie asked directly: "Did you see the resurrected man who manipulated these bodies?"
Quwa stared at him with a trace of panic in his eyes for a few seconds, moved his head to the left and shook his head: "No... I didn't see it."
Bingzhixie noticed that she was strange, and leaned her head to see a copper pot behind her. The pot was steaming and the fragrance was overflowing, bypassing her and walking towards the pot.
"What are you doing!?" Quwa's pronunciation was not standard, but it was not difficult to hear nervousness from her voice.
When Bing Zhixie walked to the pot and just saw the contents of the pot, a sharp weapon had stabbed him.
"You it!" Bingzhixie's body disappeared from Quwa's eyes, and then the frost and cold air stabbed the short sword in the mid-air Quwa to form a rock, and then pressed the palm with a palm, and snapped her on the ground.
The ice shattered, Quwa vomited blood, bounced on the ground, the air ring on the sole of the foot reverberated, and stepped away from the air in one step.
"Want to run?"
As soon as Qu Wa jumped out of the rooftop, he was bound by the five-star ice chain, and then the lace fell on the rooftop stone fence, and the heavy sword was inserted, puncturing an inch into her belly.
"Don't rush to kill her." Bing Zhixie stopped the lace in time and asked again: "I'll ask you again, have you ever seen someone who raised the zombie?"
Quwa's limbs were tightly bound, unable to break free, and the blood flowing out of his abdomen dropped like a bead chain, attracting the following zombies: "I said, you have to let me go."
"Lace, cut her hand."
With a scream, Lace raised her sword and raised her arm, falling into the group of zombies below.
"You...you..." Qu Wa was all terrified, but he was so hot.
Bing Zhixie only said one word this time: "Say!"
Qu Wa panicked and said: "They were here yesterday evening. I don't know when they left."
"They? More than one person?"
"Yes, yes, there are several...no, three or four people."
"Three or four?" Bing Zhixie asked.
Qu Wa cried and shook her head: "I can't remember clearly, let me go..."
"What do those people look like?"
Quwa thought about it for a while and said: "There are men and women, fat and thin, high and short..."
"Say the point."
"Oh by the way, a woman's dress is very exposed, and she has a scythe in her hand. There is also a short, green-skinned man with several puppets around him."
"Green Songke?"
"The remaining people are mixed with zombies, I didn't see clearly."
Bing Zhixie pondered: "Strange, Linda should not like to act with others."
Quwa begged: "I know so much, let me go, I'm just a beast-eared man, let me go back to the forest, I promise to never come out again."
Bing Zhixie then asked: "Do you know where they went?"
"Yes, they probably went west."
"City West?" Bing Zhixie coldly dropped the sentence: "Kill her."
"You~!" Quwa was terrified.
The knife in Lace's hand was dispatched again. It was expected that the knife hadn't arrived yet, and Quwa suddenly exploded. The power of the explosion was not small, breaking the five-star ice chain, the fireworks were scattered, and the ice child saw the figure of the curved tile 100 meters away jumped into an alley between the houses, and the roof fence was covered with the splash generated by the explosion Blood stains. She probably detonated something on her body to escape.
"Lace, take your two partners, find her and kill her, then go to the west to find me."
"Yes, master." Lei chased the other two corpses.
For ordinary people, whether good or bad, Bingzhixie does not necessarily have to be killed by a killer, but this villain is really disgusting.
Bing Zhixie twisted his eyebrows, whistled to call Pegasus, and went westward.
Shortly after Bing Zhixie left, he lay under the eaves, and the shrivelled "male corpse" moved. He slowly got up, and a bow appeared under the dusty robe. It turned out that this old robe like a rag had a dark black color on one side and dust on the other. The man stared at the direction of Bing Zhixie's going away, and his deep eyes flashed with a fine awn: "This man is the one who escaped me with a arrow last night... Well, it's time to find those people."
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